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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
cv313,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.