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 China and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.