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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.