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 Oman and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Flipper to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.