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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Residents,
DJ Style,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.