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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
MC5,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.