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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.