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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.