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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.