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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
MC5,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
CMW,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.