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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.