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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department 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?
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.