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 Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.