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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.