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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.