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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.