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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
New Order,
Nico,
Lyres,
Can,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.