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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.