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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.