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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.