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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.