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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.