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 Senegal 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.