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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.