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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.