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 Mozambique 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the dance 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.