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 France and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.