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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.