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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.