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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Mars,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.