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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.