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 the UAE and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Television,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.