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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.