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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.