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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.