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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.