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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Grass Roots 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.