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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.