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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Mandrill to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.