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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.