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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the punk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
The Evens,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.