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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.