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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
AZ,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Nico,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.