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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.