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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.