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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.