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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.