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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.