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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.