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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Darondo,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.