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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.