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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.