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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.