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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Sparks,
MC5,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.