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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.