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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.