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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.