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 China and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.