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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.