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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Brick,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.