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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
UT,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.