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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.