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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.