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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Can,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.