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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Black Flag 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.