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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.