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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Whodini to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.