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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Index,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.