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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC 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?
Monks,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.