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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.