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 Kazakhstan 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Brick,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.