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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.