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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.