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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.