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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.