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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 The Sonics to the grunge 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.