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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.