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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.