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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.