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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.