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 Thailand 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.