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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.