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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.