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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.