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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.