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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.