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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.