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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.