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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.