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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.