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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, 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.