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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys 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 punk 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.