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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.