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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.