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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.