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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
The Saints,
Technova,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.