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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.