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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Sparks,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.