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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.