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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.