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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.