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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.