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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.