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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.