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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.