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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.