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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.