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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Pylon 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.