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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 guitar 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Technova,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.