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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Can,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.