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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.