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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.