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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Japan,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.