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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.