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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson 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?
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.