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 Tuvalu 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.