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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.