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 Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.