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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 harpsichord 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.