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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Brick,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.