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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.