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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.