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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.