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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.