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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.