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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.