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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.