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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.