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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.