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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
The Names,
The Sound,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.