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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Television,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
the Association,
Index,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.