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 Qatar 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.