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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.