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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.