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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.