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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.