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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.