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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.