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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.