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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Pole,
MC5,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.