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 Morocco 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.