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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Pagans,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.