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 Netherlands 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.