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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Faust,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.