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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Television,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.