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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.