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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Whodini,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.