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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.