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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.