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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Television to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Slave,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.