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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.