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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.