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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.