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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Nas,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.