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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.