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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.