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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
ABC,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.