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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.