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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.