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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.