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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Leaves 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.