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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.