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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.