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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Five Americans to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.