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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.