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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.