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 Guyana and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.