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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Roxette,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.