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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
MDC,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.