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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.