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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.