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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.