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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.