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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.