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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.