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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.