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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
X-102,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.