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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.