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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Visage,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.