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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.