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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Index,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.