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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.