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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.