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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Magma to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.