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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
X-101,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.