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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.