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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Visage,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.