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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.