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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.