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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.