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 France and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Neu!,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.