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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.