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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.