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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.