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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Q65,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.