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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Motorama,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.