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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.