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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Roxette,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.