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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.