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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.