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 Barbados and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.