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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.