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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.