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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Association to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.