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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.