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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.