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 Norway 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 the Germs to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.