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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.