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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers to the grime 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.