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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.