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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.