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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.