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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Organ,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.