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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Gong,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.