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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.