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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.