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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.