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 Belarus 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.