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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.