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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.