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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.