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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Half Japanese 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.