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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.