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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.