Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Slave,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.