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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.