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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.