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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.