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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.