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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
UT,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.