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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.