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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.