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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.