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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Ossler to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Faust,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.