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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.