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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.