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 Malaysia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.