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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.