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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.