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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
The Names,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.