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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.