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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.