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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
MDC,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.