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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
PIL,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.