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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.