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 Burundi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.