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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.