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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Maurizio to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.