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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.