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 Japan 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Faust,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.