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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Brick,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.