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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
The Names,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.