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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
a-ha,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.