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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the punk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.