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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Whodini to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.