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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.