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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Swans,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.