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 Venezuela 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.