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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.