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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.