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 Suriname and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.