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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
The Cure,
The Names,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.