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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
CMW,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.