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 Cape Verde 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Busters to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
PIL,
Quantec,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.