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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.