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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.