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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.