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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Brick,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.