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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
UT,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
AZ,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.