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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.