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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Deakin,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.