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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.