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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.