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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Pagans,
CMW,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.