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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.