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 Seychelles 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.