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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.