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 Peru 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.