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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
ABC,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.