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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.