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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.