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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.