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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Television,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Pole,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.