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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.