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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Nico,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.