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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.