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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.