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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.