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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.