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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.