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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
CMW,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.