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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.