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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.