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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aswad to the rap 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.