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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
UT,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.