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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 the Normal to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Hoover,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
cv313,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.