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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.