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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.