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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.