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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.