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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
X-102,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.