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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.