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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
cv313,
Franke,
Urselle,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.