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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.