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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.