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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.