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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.