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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.