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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.