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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Television,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.