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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.