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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Raincoats,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.