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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
cv313,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.