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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Technova,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.