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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.