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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.