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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
The Names,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.