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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Brick,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.