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 Armenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.