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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon 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 Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.