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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.