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 Tajikistan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.