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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the disco 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.