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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.