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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Television,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.