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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.