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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Wire,
Altered Images,
X-102,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.