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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.