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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Index,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.