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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Index to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.