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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Technova,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.