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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.