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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.