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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
John Holt,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.