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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.