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 Moldova and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Ten City,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.