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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
AZ,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.