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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Josef K,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.