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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.