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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.