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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.