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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.