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 Vanuatu 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.