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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.