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 Guyana 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.