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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.