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 Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.