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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.