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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.