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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.