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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.