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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.