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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.