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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.