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 Finland 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.