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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.