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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 X-102 to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.