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 Portugal and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.