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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.