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 Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the rap 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.