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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.