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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.