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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.