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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.