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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.