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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.