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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
PIL,
The Slits,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.