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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.