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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.