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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
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.