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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.