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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
cv313,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.