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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.