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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.