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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.