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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 UT to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Swans,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.