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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Smog,
Technova,
Cluster,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.