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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.