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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.