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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.