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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wire 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Fear,
Scientists,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.