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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.