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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.