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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.