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 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Echospace,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.