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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.