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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.