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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.