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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.