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 Comoros 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.