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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Buckinghams to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.