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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.