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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.