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 Austria 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.