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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.