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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.