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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.