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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.