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 Monaco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.