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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.