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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Malaria! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.