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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.