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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Shoche to the dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.