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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.