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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.