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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.