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 Rwanda 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.