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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Human League to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Television,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.