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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.