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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.