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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.