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 Iraq and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Pole,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.