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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.