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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.