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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.