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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Litter 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.