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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.