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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the grime 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.