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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.