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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.