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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.