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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.