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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.