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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.