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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.