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 Rwanda 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
CMW,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.