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 Algeria 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.