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 Belgium 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
ABC,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.