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 Afghanistan and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.