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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.