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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.