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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.