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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
MC5,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.