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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Organ,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Ronan,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.