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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.