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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Fear,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.