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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Raincoats to the disco 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.