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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
The Index,
The Names,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.