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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.