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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.