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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas 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 rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.