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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.