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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Index,
Skaos,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.