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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.