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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
The Litter,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.