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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
UT,
Magazine,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.