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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Can,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.