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 Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.