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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.