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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.