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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
PIL,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.