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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Robert Görl to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.