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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.