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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.