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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.