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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.