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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.