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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
MDC,
Scientists,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.