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 Djibouti 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.