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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.