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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.