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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.