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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.