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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.