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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Excepter,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.