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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.