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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.