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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Smog,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.