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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.