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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
MC5,
ABC,
MDC,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.