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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Litter to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.