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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.