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 Korea South and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.