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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.