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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.