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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.