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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Urselle,
MDC,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.