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 Benin and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma 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?
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
PIL,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.