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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.