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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
The Doors,
X-102,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Fear,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.