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 Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.