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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.