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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.