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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills 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?
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.