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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.