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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.