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 Senegal and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.