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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Crime,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.