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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Fear,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.