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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Wire,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.