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 Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.