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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.