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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.