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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.