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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.