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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.