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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.