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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.