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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.