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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.