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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Index,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.