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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.