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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.