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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.