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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.