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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.