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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.