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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.