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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.