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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Smog,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.