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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.