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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.